King John - Results found: 58
Here’s a large Mouth indeed, yt spits forth wounds, & Death. – talks as familiarly of roarg Lions As childr.
do of puppie -dogs. Wt canonier begot this lusty
blood? He nothg speaks but fire, & smoke he gives ye Bastinado wth his tongue. Others are cudgeld.
--not a word of his, but buffets in: - I was nev so
bethumpt wth words.
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN773-779),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 81
Consc. buckled his Armor & Zeal & Charity brought him to ye field, as Gods own soldier – But yt sly devil yt
bawd yt broker, purpose-changer, that smoothfaced Gentleman,, ye Bias of ye world, clapt on him hath drawn him frō his purpose.
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN885-905),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 82
Death, Death ô amiable, lovely Death, the hate &
terror to prospity, But miseries Love; Rise from the Caves of Night, And I will kiss thy bones, I’ll put
my Eybals in thy vaulty Brows, & ring my fingers
wth thy household worms – Come grin on me, & I
will think thou smil’st & buss thee as thy Wife—
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1408-1418),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 82
French King at Angiers
in King John p. 5
For this down trodden Equity, we tread In warlike march, these greens before your town Being no further Enemy to you Than y
e constraint of hospitable Zeal In the releif of this oppressed child Religiously provokes.
Be pleased then
By King Philip,
in King John (TLN547-552),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 3v
Description of King Johns Expedition into France p. 4 K. John.
With them a Bastard of y
e King deceasd And all the unsettled Humours of y
e Land Rash inconsiderate fiery voluntiers With Ladys faces and fierce Dragons spleens Have sold their fortunes at their native homes Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs To make hazard of new fortunes here In brief a braver choise of dauntless spirits Then now y
e English bottoms have waft ore Did nearer float upon y
e swelling Tide, To do offence and scathe in Christendom The interruption of their Churlish drums Cutts off more circumstance they are at hand,
&c
By Chatilllon,
in King John (TLN359-371),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7v
What Canoneer begot this lusty blood He speaks plain Canon fire and smoak and bounce He gives y
e bastinado with his tongue Our ears are cudgeld, not a word of his but buffets better than y
e fist of France: Zounds I was never so bethumpd with words
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN777-183),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8r
Of Interest
p. 8
Ba:
And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not wooed me yet: Not that I have y
e power to clutch my hand, When his fair Angels would salute my Palm But for my hand as unattempted yet Like a poor beggar raileth on y
e Rich Well whiles I am a beggar I will rail And say there is no Sin but to be Rich: And being rich my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but Beggary:
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN908-917),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Constance to her son Arthur upon the French peace with John
Of Natures gifts thou mayest with Lillies boast, And with y
e half-blown rose --- But Fortune She is corrupted changed & won from thee Sh’ adulterates hourly with thine Uncle John, And with her golden hand hath pluckd on France
By Constance,
in King John (TLN974-978),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Thou ever strong upon y
e stronger side Thou Fortunes Champion that dost never fight But when her humorous Ladiship is by To teach thee safety: thou What a fool art
Thou A ramping fool to brag and stamp & swear Upon my party: thou cold blooded slave Hast thou not spoke like Thunder on my side Been sworn my Soldier bidding me depend Upon thy starrs, thy fortune and thy Strength
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1044-1052),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
See K. Johns complexity in
breaking Arthurs death to Hubert
Come Hither Hubert O my Gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of Flesh There is a Soul counts thee her Creditor And with advantage means to pay thy Love Give me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heaven Hubert I am almost ashamd To say good respect I have of thee
By King John,
in King John (TLN1318-1346),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
the concern of a fond mother for her son Constance
for Arthur p. 12 K. John
Father Cardinal I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in Heaven If that be true I shall see my boy again For since y
e birth of Cain, the first male Child To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will Canker sorrow eat my Bud And chase y
e native beauty from his Cheek And he will look as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meagre and as an Agues fit And so he'l die; and rising so again When I shall meet him in y
e Court of Heaven I shall not know him: therefore never never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Grief fills y
e room up of my absent Child. Lyes in his bed walks up and down with me Puts on his pretty looks repeats his words Remembers me of all his gracious parts Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1461-1481),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11
A wish for Death by Constance p. 12. +
Death Death o amiable lovely Death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottenness Arise forth from the couch of lasting Night Thou hate and terror to prosperity And I will kiss thy detestable bones And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows And ring these fingers with thy household worms And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come grin on me, and I will think thou smilest And buss thee as thy Wife.
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1408-1418),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
No natural exhalation in y
e sky No Scope of Nature no distemperd day No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause And call them meteors prodigies and signs Abortives Presages and Tongues of Heaven, Plainly denouncing Vengeance upon John.
By Pandulpho,
in King John (TLN1538-1544),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
natural speech of a Child – p. 13
Mercie on me Methinks no body should be sad but I Yet I remember when I was in France Young gentlemen would be as sad as night Out of meer wantonness: by my Christendom, So I were out of Prison and kept Sheep I should be as merry as y
e day is long And so I would be here but that I doubt My Uncle practises more harm against me
He is
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1585-1593),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12r
Have you the heart? When your head did but ake I knitt my handkercher about your brows (The best I had a Princes wrought it me) And I did never ask it you again: And with my hand at Midnight held your head And like y
e watchful minutes to y
e hour Still and anon cheerd up y
e heavy time Saying lack you and where lies your greif
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1616-1624),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
The Guilt of All Looks
How oft y
e sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! Hads’t not thou been by A fellow by y
e hand of nature markd Quoted and signd to do a deed of Shame, This murther had not come into my mind But taking note of thy abhorred aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villany Apt liable to be employed in Danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs Death
By King John,
in King John (TLN1944-1952),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
p. 18 against shwing fear
Let not the world see fear and sad Distrust Govern y
e motion of a Kingly eye: Be stirring as y
e Time be Fire with Fire Threaten the Threatener and outface y
e brow Of Bragging Horror: So shall inferior eyes That borrow their behaviours from the Great Grow great by your Example and put on The dauntless spirit of Resolution ----
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN2214-2221),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
John poisoned 22
And none of you will bid y
e winter come To thrust his icie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdoms Rivers take their courses Thro my burnd bosom: nor intreat y
e North To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips And comfort me with Cold
By King John,
in King John (TLN2644-2649),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v